"Oh!" gleefully exclaimed the child. "I see you now! I see you now!"
"Yes? At last?"
"Oh, you've got your hat!" went on the boy excitedly. "It's off the peg. You're going!"
"Yes, Willem," replied the Dead Man. "I'm going."
"Need you go right away, Mynheer Grimm?" coaxed the child. "Can't you wait just a little while?"
"I'll wait for you, dear lad," returned Peter Grimm.
"Oh, can I go with you?" asked the boy in glad surprise. "Thank you, Mynheer Grimm! I couldn't find the way without you."
"Oh, yes, you could, Willem. God's signal light is the surest thing in all the universe. But I'll wait for you, just the same."
The boy's drowsiness, overcome for the moment by his sight of the Dead Man's loved face, had crept in upon him once more. He lay back on the couch with a happy little sigh.
And at once he was off in the wonder-aisles of dreamland—a dreamland full of circuses, of impossibly funny and friendly clowns, of street parade glories, of marvellous animals and thrilling equestrian feats.